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	Pt. I Golden Apollo (Elaboration on a Dream) Standing above this globe of petty conflicting fools, Arrayed in the Sun, Father's lightning in my war-wearied quiver And raging storm in my bloodied hands. All my songs have turned to battle-cries And my Reason to strategy. Rising up, I shout "I will be a test to this world!" The Action that fathers a new day. Pt. II Cult of Isis (Introduction of a Wish) Watching over these sleeping children As the pink sunset submits to Mother Moon, Comfort in my bosom, Healing in my hand. Bow and go down before my temple Where even haughty Horus is humbled. Crimson tears fade to pale pink... The Passivity that gives birth to the dawn.